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Climbing the immense peak had been a trial, but well worth the effort. Secluded from the rest of the world, this was a slice of heaven. The ebony wolf sighed contentedly, settling harshly onto her haunches. This was perfection. Sliding onto her stomach, she rolled her forepaws onto their sides to take the pressure from climbing away. The view, while heavily shrouded in clouds, was sublime. This would be a perfect hideout. A lair, really, like the dragons of old. Honestly, there was no real need to look elsewhere. It may be cold as a witch's tits, but her thick coat was good at keeping that kind of weather out. Fresh water a short walk away, and no need to worry about some fools stumbling across her while she slept. What more could a wolf need? Maroon gaze would slide half shut, audits tuning into the soft sounds of the mountain. Rushing water, whistling wind, and the odd tumbling of rocks down the mountainside. It was perfect. Down below, the world was continuing on as though she didn't exist. It was a perfect place to simply watch the world spin on, and live as she chose. Lately, that had been all she wanted. Her father had dragged them here, after letting them be born into a world where they were threatened from every angle. There was definitely more than a few negative emotions boiling within her. Up here, she could almost forget what her mother looked like with blood dripping from her nostrils. Blood soaking her coat. Her jaws clenching around words she couldn't utter. With that image flashing across her brain, the wraith stood. It was time to make it official. Plodding to the end of the trail she had used, she pissed brazenly across the rock. Now, this little outcropping was all hers. It was home, and she didn't have to share it.
Nothing could ruin this moment.
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